Exploring Our Wild Places Through Words

Exploring Our Wild Places Through Words

The guile of the heron

The guile of the heron

Dusk is falling upon Strathdevon; the ground is hard from the cold autumn chill and as I make my way along the riverbank a steady flow of rooks and jackdaws swirl above me on tumbling wings as they head to their night-time roost on the wooded ridge. I stop for a while...
An alien encounter

An alien encounter

Sometimes the strangest things happen. I was making my way along the banks of the River Devon by the edge of the Ochils, accompanied by Lottie, our spirited Welsh springer, who trotted ahead, sniffing every nook and cranny as spaniels are so wired to do. Suddenly,...
The magic of moths

The magic of moths

Oh, what wonderful names – early thorn, nut-tree tussock, flame carpet and scalloped hazel, it is almost as if a poet had conjured their creation. They are, of course, the names of some of our moth species, and all which I have caught in my light-trap in recent weeks....

Fox-cam catches cubs on film

My fox-cam came up trumps at the start of May with video footage of the vixen coaxing two of her cubs out the den for one of their first forays into the outside world. There are four cubs in this den and over the next few weeks they will grow rapidly and soon outgrow...
Meet the bee-fly – cuteness personified

Meet the bee-fly – cuteness personified

Is there such a thing as a cute insect? Well, yes, there most definitely is because I saw one last week – a bee-fly; a little rotund ‘furry’ beast with an impossibly long proboscis. My garden is a fine place for spotting wildlife – not because it is especially rich in...